The Lucinda River

These underwater photos by Damion Berger instantly brought to mind memories of John Cheever's The Swimmer. Like the story, the images felt cheerfully nostalgiac at first (The day was lovely, and that he lived in a world so generously supplied with water seemed like clemency, a beneficence.), but now I can't shake the suspicion that they're hiding something. (You might have wondered if he was the victim of foul play, had his car broken down, or was he merely a fool? Standing barefoot in the deposits of the highway - beer cans, rags, and blowout patches- exposed to all kinds of ridicule, he seemed pitiful.)

yet another thx to lenscratch

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